Wherein there's some more bullshit that I forgot to mention yesterday.

Oh, right -- I forgot to mention these:

We got to arrest a counterfeiter this weekend! Someone buys a drink with a $10, the bartender is about to put it in the register, notices something hinky, and gets as far as turning around and saying, "Hey, uh..." when the customer bolts for the door. Subtle, guy, real subtle. So we grabbed him and the cops took him away. That was nice.

Less nice is this story: Some guy steals a motorcycle in broad daylight elsewhere in town. He drives the stolen bike here, parks it in front of the club, wanders in to DNA Lounge (while the door is open because we are receiving a delivery), steals a bottle from the bar, and goes next door to the pizza place. At this point the police roll up and arrest him. (Apparently the owner of the stolen bike had been driving around looking for it, and spotted it parked here!)

Here's the part that sucks: the owner of the bike, for some insane reason, didn't want to press charges. And the cops didn't even ask us if we wanted to press charges for the stolen liquor, but instead just let him go!

"Everybody got their stuff back, no harm no foul", the cops were heard to say before they drove off.

Because, you know, I'm sure it was all just some kind of misunderstanding, and this guy will never steal again.

I would totally have prosecuted, but now we have no info, and the cops left so fast that we didn't even get their badge numbers.

(We tried to complain about this, but several phone calls later and we are left with the distinct impression that if if you don't have badge numbers, SFPD doesn't even write down your complaint.)

They couldn't arrest him because he wasn't having enough fun. Somebody should have set a DJ booth down in front of him and then he would have gotten hauled off. Remember you are only a threat to SF if you are having fun with your friends enjoying music.